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Down on cold earth; and for a while was

dead,

And my freed foul to a ftrange fomewhere fled :

Ah fottish foul, faid I,

When back to its cage again I saw it

fly :

Fool to refume her broken chain!

And row her galley here again!

Fool, to that body to return

Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to

burn!

Once dead, how can it be,

Death should a thing so pleasant seem

to thee,

That thou fhouldst come to live it o'er

again in me?

COWLEY.

A lover's

A lover's heart, a hand grenado.

Wo to her tubborn heart, if once mine

come

Into the felf-fame room,

"Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado fhot into a magazin. Then fhall love keep the afhes, and torn

parts,

Of both our broken hearts:

Shall out of both one new one make;

From her's th' allay; from mine, the

metal take.

COWLEY.

The poetical Propagation of Light.

The Prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all, From which all fortunes, names and na.

tures fall;

Then

Then from thofe wombs of ftars, the

Bride's bright eyes,

At every glance, a conftellation flies,

And fowes the court with ftars, and doth prevent.o

In light and power, the all-ey'd firma

ment;

Firft her eye kindles other ladies' eyes, Then from their beams their jewels: luftres rife;

And from their jewels torches do take

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And all is warmth, and light, and good

defire.

DONNE

THEY were in very little care to clothe their notions with elegance of drefs,

and therefore mifs the notice and the

praise which are often gained by those, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts.

That a mistress beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus expreffed :

Thou in my fancy doft much higher stand,

Than women can be plac'd by Nature's

hand;

And I muft needs, I'm fure, a lofer

be,

To change thee, as thou'rt there, for

very

thee.

That prayer and labour fhould cooperate, are thus taught by Donne :

In none but us, are fuch mixt engines found,

As hands of double office: for the

ground

We till with them; and them to heav'n we raise;

Who prayerlefs labours, or without

this, prays,

Doth but one half, that's none.

By the fame author, a common topick, the danger of procraftination, is thus illuftrated:

-That which I fhould have begun In my youth's morning, now late muft

be done;

And I, as giddy travellers must do,

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